them.'
Arnab asked the policeman what the previous attacks had been.
'Same modus operandi. They attack women driving alone at night on the National Highway. Miss Ghosh was very lucky compared to the previous two victims.'
He lowered his voice as if he didn't want Mishti to hear him, 'Both of them were raped and robbed.'
As the policeman left, Arnab and Jayantada approached the bed.
'Mishti, I hope it doesn't hurt too much.'
Arnab realized it was a meaningless thing to say, but he had no idea what he could ask or do. Mishti smiled again at him as he handed her the bunch of Orchids he had bought for her. She motioned for both of them to sit down but Jayantada was visibly agitated and kept walking around the room.
'Bloody animals! It's just not safe for women nowadays in this jungle. I shouldn't have let you go out all alone at night. What will I tell your parents?'
Mishti laid a reassuring hand on the old man's arm.
'Jayantada, I'm not a little girl any more, and who could ever have planned for something like this? Remember you used to always scold me for driving too fast? See that's what saved me yesterday!'
Seeing her smile and be able to still retain her sense of humour made Arnab smile but he realized that seeing her like this was making him angry in a way that he had never been before.
'Mishti, I just wish I had gone with you last night. You wouldn't have been all alone.'
Mishti smiled again at him, and held onto his hands.
'Don't be silly, Arnab, what could you have done?'
Jayantada backed her up by saying, 'Arnab, what can people like us do against such hoodlums? There seems to be no law and order any more-it's just the law of the jungle where might is right.'
As Arnab left the hospital, Mishti and Jayantada's last words kept ringing in his ears. He thought back to what had happened on the bus and to what he had discovered himself capable of at home. As he boarded the bus on the way back to college, he kept thinking of what he could do.
He may not have been there for Mishti the previous night and the old Arnab Bannerjee would certainly have been of no use even if he had been there. Perhaps there was indeed no real law and order to count on but if these goons thought that might was indeed right and that they could always get away with it, he was going to prove them wrong.
FOUR
That night Arnab made his way back to Gurgaon. Throughout the journey, he kept thinking in his mind what he'd do to the gang if he caught them, and he relished the thought of their reign of terror being brought to an end. And yes, he thought about taking revenge for what they had done to Mishti. By the time he reached MG Road, he was beginning to have doubts about his plan. It was a huge area to cover, and he had no idea how he was going to find the gang, let alone confront them. It suddenly occurred to him that it was so much easier in the movies or books, when the bad guys conveniently showed up on time and made it all so easy for the good guys. Not really knowing what else to do, he remembered that Mishti had said that they had followed her out from the mall itself, so he settled down in front of the Metropolitan Mall at a vantage point where he could also see DT Mall on the other side of the road. Two hours passed, and finally hungry, he took a break to grab some dinner. At about midnight, with his anger now tempered by the onset of sleep and boredom, Arnab returned home a sleepy and defeated man.
The next morning, he struggled to keep himself awake in the library, twice earning sarcastic comments from Jayantada on how the young nowadays had terrible sleeping habits. Arnab ignored it all, choosing to spend his time thinking about what he could do differently that night. Just after lunch, Jayantada told Arnab that he was going to meet Mishti at the hospital. Arnab's first instinct was to join him, but he held back, feeling that meeting Mishti without having avenged her somehow wouldn't be right.
That night, Arnab was back at MG Road, wondering if this was all a colossal waste of time. There was no guarantee that the men would ever strike again, at least in this area. For all he knew, they were in another city altogether, while Arnab waited in the frosty November night, planning all manner of revenge, but achieving precious little other than to burn a deeper hole in his pocket with his daily trips to Gurgaon and wasting precious time that he should have been using to prepare for various upcoming exams. At least on the latter count, he had come prepared this night. As he sat sipping a Pepsi at a Pizza Hut located in front of the mall, he alternated between scanning the area for any sign of the men in their black Sumo and brushing up on the past 10 years' papers for the state banking services examination. At about ten o'clock, he began to get seriously bored and stepped out, deciding that this was indeed perhaps a waste of time. He began to ask himself what he was doing there in the first place. Mishti was nobody to him, and certainly he had no right to speak or act on her behalf. Perhaps it would be best if he just went home and got some sleep.
Then he looked up and stopped in his tracks.
Standing less than six feet away from him were three men. They would have looked unremarkable in the crowd of young people around them had it not been for three things. One, they were very obviously checking out women who passed them and exchanging comments between themselves. Two, they were clearly drunk, struggling to stand straight; and most importantly, the tallest and biggest of them was wearing a red bandana tied across his forehead. Arnab could hear his heart beating so loudly that he was barely able to hear much else around him. There was no way he could be sure that these were the men that had chased Mishti, but it all seemed to be too much of a coincidence. All his plans of vengeance dissipated in the confusion and fear he felt at that moment. He had no idea what he should do or say. He couldn't really launch into the men and attack them on a hunch that they were criminals outside a crowded mall, could he? At best, the police would cart him away, and at worst he would get seriously hurt if the police did intervene. While he was aware of all his newly found powers, he also remembered his lessons from the rooftop well enough-he was still mortal and could still be hurt.
In the midst of all this, a large crowd emerged from the mall, talking excitedly about the movie they had just seen in the multiplex upstairs. As they jostled for space in the narrow exit, Arnab lost sight of the men for a few seconds. When he tried looking for them again, he realized to his dismay that he couldn't see the men anywhere. He rushed to where they had been standing, and frantically searched for them, but in a few seconds he realized that his indecision had completely botched his plans.
The next day, Arnab was in a foul mood, and even Jayantada took notice of this sudden change in his otherwise reliably good-humoured assistant. At lunch, he asked Arnab if anything was wrong, and Arnab told him that he was worried about his preparations for the upcoming exams. It was only a partial lie, since Arnab knew only too well how badly his preparations had been hit by his misadventures of the last few days. That thought only served to make his mood even worse. He debated whether he should go again that night, and finally, realizing that he would drive himself crazy thinking about whether the men had come again that night, he decided to give it one more shot. If they didn't show up that night, then he would just give it up.
It was mid November, and the Delhi winter was beginning to make its presence felt. Now knowing how late he would probably be out, Arnab decided to wear something a bit warmer. He took out an old sweatshirt that had been gifted to him on his birthday several years ago by his friends in college. It had been a favourite of his, and one thing he liked about Delhi was that the winters gave him an opportunity to wear it more often. Years of wear and tear had taken its toll, and of the original 'GAP' brand logo displayed prominently on the front, only the 'GA' remained. He took the sweatshirt in his hand and set out once again, praying that the men would be there that night, and resolving that if they were there, he would not throw away the opportunity like he had done the previous night.
By about half past nine, Arnab was beginning to lose patience, and put on his sweatshirt, ready to start on the journey back to his home. As he stepped on the curb, he saw a black Sumo parked a few feet away to his right. He kept walking a few paces, and then stopped to turn around. There was no reason that this had to be the black Sumo Mishti had described being chased by, but he figured that there was nothing to be lost by waiting a few more minutes. So he sat down near the car and waited, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up around his head to keep out
